The male remained silent as a few other patrons also kept quiet. Though it seemed the one's displeasure would be known to the rest. He didn't say a word, keeping a neutral expression. The great phoenix-like bird was constantly gazing around, what appeared to be blue flames rising off its form now and then, though there was something off about those flames. More like wisps, spirit like.
'Big Bird'; the creature on the man's shoulder didn't make a sound. Instead, it ruffled its feathers in a very clearly annoyed state by said name. The man moved a hand, lightly running it along the bird's head. He mumbled softly in another tongue, before turning his blue eyes towards the one who appeared to be the barkeep.
"Just a passing traveler, but if you insist on wanting to know my name; Isak. Oh, and the creature on my shoulder would much prefer if you called it by it's name; Ryend. It can get quite temperamental about the right name."
He settled his hand back on the table, "A glass of well aged strawberry wine will do nicely."
The cloaked man took a small sip of the drink he was given.
“I go by two names; The Demon Marquess or Kristin Script. But of course, call me by my actual name please, Kristin” he stated as he set the glass down in front of him.
Barkeep handed out their drinks and leaned against the bar. “I know the three of you got here by accident but what brings the others here?”
A tall, silent man dressed in a plethora of greys and whites walked into the room. He didn't make a sound except for the quiet swishing of fabrics as he sat on one of the barstools in the corner. He was an odd-looking male, not as strange as some of the other patrons in the building. His face was pale with splotches of grey taking up around half of it and reaching down his neck. The coloration probably went down his body but he had cloth down the rest of his body and elegant gloves on his hands, they looked strange, but one couldn't figure out why. His mouth didn't move but an echoing voice called out a question. "May I have a scotch?"
“Wow, so polite. Yes you may have a scotch sir.” He served his drink. “You know the drill. Name and story please.”
"You may call me Apathy, it is a name many have decided to call me." The voice echoed again as the man sipped his drink, the mouth only moved enough for the liquid to get in but not enough so any teeth were shown. "I do not have a great story, as I am supposedly the villain. Though villain and heroes are such arbitrary ideas, rather than facts."
"Amen to that," Daniel mumbled.
Isak listened, growing quiet as the other patrons began conversing among themselves. Ryend remained on its owner's shoulder, head moving back and forth, keeping alert to its surroundings. The bird creature flapped its wings a bit, a few wisps of what appeared to be blue flame fell to the ground, but then disappeared. None of what was happening was his business, and would keep to himself less something concerned him directly.
“Right? Being the hero sucks. Being the villain is fun. Challenge it if you want but I don’t think any of you are in a place to be arguing moral standpoints,” He said smirking. “Good and bad are too much of a human concept. Angels are mostly dicks but I’ve met some caring and resourceful demons.”
Barkeeper followed this statement by promptly falling over behind the bar. He landed with a thud and the patrons waited for him to get up warily. Surely enough, after a second Barkeep’s head popped out from behind the bar. “Still feeling a little woozy. Recovering and all,” He poured himself another drink and climbed up onto the bar to sit criss-crossed on the counter. “How are you guys. What are you feeling?”
"I don't care for morality. I'm a simple woman, I see something that could hurt me or my sibs, and I punch it without thinking if violence is bad or not." Lyra said.
"I do what is best for me. I only care for one other person and they are the only one who can change my moral standpoints." Apathy's voice echoed again, he pulled out a small notebook and took a look at everyone and wrote something down.
Barkeep started pouring herself a drink but completely missed the glass and the drinkspilled all over the counter. "Whoopsie," She said before falling off the bar and onto the floor. "Be with you in a minute." Despite saying this, minutes passed and Barkeep didn't get up.
Calix got up after his hours of silence and nothing. He didn't know what he was going to do. Maybe leave. Go out? Come back at another point. All unknown. But he had been here long enough as is. So Calix stood and walked out of the tavern door and disappeared to take his leave and return to time and Earth.
Two people rushed through the door. One was feminine with bright red hair, dark skin, and a lithe frame. The other was clearly a man with pale skin and stark white hair. His eyes glowed purple and his shadow had wings.
"Where the hell is she!" The red-haired girl demanded.
"Over here." The man pointed over the counter. They both rushed behind the bar and picked up Barkeeper. "Yep, she's definitely out. Who do we take her to? Maddi is busy with soldiers and Amon is still sulking in Hell."
"I don't know." She paused to adjust Barkeep on her shoulder. "If we take her to Heaven she'll be furious. And purgatory is full right now. You know I hate to suggest it but…Wonderland?"
"Yes! I love that place!"
"That's why I hate it." They turned to see all the faces of the patrons staring at them. "Don't worry about it. We'll haveyour bartender back in…either a few hours or a few years. Never know in Wonderland."
